The usually quiet bamboo hut is crowded with people at the moment.

A crowd of people crowded on the wooden platform at the door, no one spoke loudly, only whispered, exchanged heads and ears, and sometimes looked into the house. The expressions on people's faces were all mixed with a bit of sadness, and the eyes of some elders were full of pity.

The inside of the house was not more crowded than the outside, only a few men and women, young and old, but no one made a sound.

In the center of the hall was a low bed made of two benches and a wooden plank, and the low bed was only covered with a straw mat, on which lay a young man. His face was dirty, as if he had just crawled out of a coal heap, two thick, dark eyebrows lay above the closed eyes, the bridge of the nose was just right, and the lips were slightly thin and almost bloodless.

The chest of the lying man did not rise or fall, and there was no breath of life.

A woman in a gray-blue cloth skirt was lying on top of the boy, a wooden hairpin holding up all the green silk, and nothing else. The face is pure and young, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are blank, as if they have lost their souls.

Yun Niang knelt in front of the bed, pressed her face to the young man's chest, tightly grasped his shirt with one hand, and held his cold hand with the other.

The chest that did not rise and fall under her face and the hands that lost her pulse all told her that the person under her was indeed dead.

"Yun Niang, let's mourn, for now, it's better to take care of the aftermath of Changying, and let him be buried in the ground." There was silence in the house for a long time, and finally Li Nian, the old village chief on the side, sighed and said loudly.

"Aunt Yun, people can't be resurrected after death, and they ...... long," Li Wanwan, the granddaughter of the village chief, couldn't help crying as she spoke, turned her head and threw herself into her brother Li He's arms and sobbed softly, for a while pear blossoms brought rain.

Her cry provoked the tears that the people present had finally stopped coming out of their eyes again, and their eyes were red.

Changying, the most likable junior in their village, fell from a tree before a stick of incense, causing the scene it is today.

"Aunt Yun, if you want to cry, just cry, don't suffocate your body, Changying will be distressed." Yun Xin, who was beside Li Wanwan, wiped his eyes and said to Yun Niang.

Yun Niang didn't say anything, just silent, didn't cry or make trouble.

Yun Xin clenched his fist and knelt down on one knee to Yun Niang's side, the young man's voice trembled slightly: "Aunt Yun, if you are angry in your heart, just sprinkle it on me, blame me, and don't look at Changying's ......"

When Changying had an accident, he happened to go home to help her get water, but as soon as he walked with his front foot, Changying fell from the tree.

"Aunt Yun, you can beat me, I was with Changying at the time, but I still couldn't save him." Chen Li, who was also Changying's playmate, had red eyes, took a step with a face full of self-blame, and bowed his head and said to Yun Niang.

The two teenagers stared at Yun Niang, waiting for her response.

After a while, Yun Niang moved her lips, and finally reacted: "Yunxin, Xiaoli, I don't blame you, I only blame myself, I didn't take a good look at her, I blame Changying...... Thin ......"

"Ahh

"Folks, you all go back, I want to accompany Changying alone." Yun Niang said indifferently.

"Cheng, Yun Niang, you mourn, what is there to find us folks, people can't be resurrected after death, I want to open some." Li Nian waved his hand to the people inside and outside the house, causing them all to disperse.

At the signal of the village chief, everyone left Yun Niang's house, only the old doctor Han Sheng, who had been silent, did not leave.

Han Sheng is the only doctor in the village, and his family lives across the river, and after Changying's accident, Yunxin informs him that it is too late to arrive.

"Han Sheng, I'll entrust you with something." Yun Niang got up from Changying's body and sat on the ground, but she didn't look back, looking at Changying's face in a daze.

"You say." Han Sheng frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, waiting for Yun Niang to speak.

"After I follow Changying, you can bury me and Changying together, and the future will ......."

"Yun Niang, what nonsense are you talking about! The old man didn't agree to this! Han Sheng interrupted her directly and refused without hesitation.

Hearing this, Yun Niang's empty gaze focused, as if she had found her soul, and her grief was accompanied by tears, washing over her pale cheeks, leaving clear marks, and her tone was weak: "What is the point of my life?" My husband is dead, Changying is gone, and the happiness I have been trying so hard to keep is gone, how do you tell me to live? ”

Facing Yun Niang's soft questioning, Han Sheng was also speechless, so he simply flicked his sleeves and turned his back. He couldn't promise her, let alone do anything......